Since 1848 - I Am Abomination

This deficit of currency is weighing heavy

Parasitic suit coats shoving threats strait down my neck

I’m onward west

Searching for the pay dirt, tearing at the earth to compensate my addiction

Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings

So count me in, I’m too far gone

I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep

Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud

Salvation lies beneath the surface

Reparation for the serpents

Restitution for the vicious ones

Trading in the heaviest shoulders for the smallest of boulders

Turning tables on the man who tells you that «gold won’t save you.

Nothing can.»

So count me in, I’m too far gone

I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep

Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud

I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first

Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud

They regret it now, the threats they made

Life in exchange for what is due

They say never contend with men who have nothing to lose

So count me in

I’ll bury my soul beneath this dirt

As I tear apart this wretched earth

Sever the treasure from this soil

I strive to find who I once was, but it’s buried deep

Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud

I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first

Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud